((Hahaha, sorry I Am Me! You go right ahead and enjoy the Witch's company, but Vertigo comes in to ruin the day ;]))
Vertigo grit his teeth together and glanced to the side, his startling blue eyes tracing the figure that was near him. The man, whom had no name as far as Vertigo was concerned, whimpered in pain and shouted in a muffled voice,"Please, please, I've-" Vertigo silenced the man by putting more duct tape over his mouth, a deep growl errupting out of the Werewolf's chest as he said,"Shut up. I'm done with you, I've got what I wanted. I'm tired of your rambling." With that, Vertigo took the man's head in his hands and twisted, a sickening snap t be heard. Letting the man's limp body fall to the ground with a thud, Vertigo snapped his teeth and turned to walk away, first reaching behind him for the necklace he had taken from the stupid human. He knew that it was not charmed in any way, shape, or form, but if he could find a Witch he would have it charmed. The necklace was a handsome thing, a raven with silver wings and an ebony beak, and it was what he wanted if he could have a charmed peice of jewlery. Vertigo left the room, his eyes dancing around him as he walked through the halls of the castle. He knew that he shouldn't be there, that he would be asked loads of questions. Werewolves weren't supposed to be in the castle unless accompanied by a Vampire or Witch, since everyone saw the evil in the demon-creatures, but when did he ever fallow the rules? He was the one that created the rules, the ones that others were ment to fallow, he had no business fallowing laws that had no weight to him. Perhapes this was pompus, a bit conceeded, but that's just how he was, any less would be a shock. Gliding down the halls, he tried every door that he came upon, but all of them were locked. It was starting to worry Vertigo now, he was starting to hear the murmer of voices, and he knew that at any rate he would be caught by the guards. Once that happened, he'd have some serious stuff to get himself out of. Trying one last, final door, he mangaged to open it and slide in right before a guard saw him.
Vertigo murmered,"Yes," to himself in praise, pleased that he made it without a guard catching him. He had a smile on his lips, his eyes practically glowing vivid blue. Glancing around the room, he quickly realized that there were two people in the room. One fine young lady, and a gentlemen that he did not reconize. They seem to be chatting, but he knew that once his precense was known, they'd cease communication and stare. So, instead of making things awkward, he walked up to them with his hands behind his back and said in a velvet voice,"Hello, Miss." He looked at the girl, examining her before adressing the man. She was pretty, there was no doubting that. His smile turned a bit mischevous, but then he quickly turned to the man and said,"Sir." He nodded in a respectful gesture, not meaning anything behind the movement. Surprisingly enough, he wasn't feeling hostile, he was just trying to make peace before taking off. He didn't want a fight, more did he want these two to be involved in his breaking and entering. Vertigo was wise, he knew better than to cause a scene. Unless, of course, he just couldn't help himself. Sometimes he just made a scene for the hell of it, it was just enjoyable. Watching other's freak out was a great pleasure, panic is a beautiful thing. Dipping his head at the two, he smiled politely and waited for any kind of response, wondering if he'd have to kill or have the pleasure of making freinds.